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#17 M.C.D. (English version part 4). I also ask him if he thinks they tell me something at home and he tells me that surely yes but maybe they will understand, that he arrives for sure they will be happy to see me, I shake his hand and invite him a sip because he deserves it, he does not laugh as stupid his advice comforts me. He says no but I am not offended, on the contrary. I have a couple of drinks. Suddenly the subway stops abruptly a guy with a Steelers cap approaches and holds me by the arm, another one arrives with a plaid shirt and a black backpack that holds me by the other arm, 4 more come out but these dressed as policemen and pull me out of the car, I think I can't hide the bottle well between the seat and my legs, Both of my arms have been twisted; I tell them I just wanted to sing and excuse me. I've been here in the shade for 2 days with 15 others, I'm hungry and I think it smells bad. If only the tamalero hadn't made me his faces, I wouldn't be here now. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp21MMmuyGN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D. (English version part 3). Three drinks after finishing the bottle and maybe more than 2 hours waiting to see the pigeons or dogs return I decide to go to the subway, I leave the bottle to the old man, I simply can't stand it anymore that he won't stop laughing and I didn't want to throw the 2 teeth he had left for a joke that nobody told me. Officially I am in shape, I pass the card with the hope that it brings balance and for my luck it brings 94 pesos, I wish I could take them out to buy a soup and a coca to mix my bottle, that would be a good party. I get on the subway and take a seat I feel a little heavy I close my eyes. I thought it's been a while because the sun has burned my cheek, I seem to be levitating, but happy. They have made me want to sing, I put 'the destiny' of Juan Gabriel and let me go, I only need Rocío Dúrcal for this to be perfect, the verses seem to come out alone I should have composed this song but it is because I am sure I have seen a couple of vinyl records on my mom's old coffee console, I would be just as sure of going to register it as an author; I'm a pinche poeta. After traveling almost the entire wagon back and forth I return to my place without asking for a single peso and I take out the bottle that I have left over there is no doubt that I am inspired and it is my moment. I ask my seat neighbor the time, he tells me it's 12:03pm I also ask him if he liked the song and he says yes, to take it to relax. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp21Adoui-h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D. (English version part 2). There is $ 5.00 left to go through a shot of cane or a sherry, then we will see. I arrive and greet the 4 who are making fly around the laminate stand, one of them approaches me who brings a New York Yankees cap, a red sweatshirt with the coca cola logo, brings a military pants and Converse sneakers where one of his fingers sticks out of a bank. I have not yet ordered and he gives me a sip of sherry while he begins to talk to me how in 1997 I cross wet and there I was riding in chidos cars, that he was married to a Colombian woman and has a son of about 23 years, he tells me this while yawning again and again. He sips and tells me that he is here why the migra bounced him in 2000, he sits on the sidewalk and sinks his head between his legs; He plays a song on his cell phone and plays 'My Prison Blood' by Los Tigres del Norte. An old man of about 60 years approaches me with a cigar while he does not stop laughing and saying inconsistencies, I take the cigar without knowing if he invited me or just wanted me to light it. I decide to sit for a while in the park to watch the pigeons eat and the dogs run around; until one catches one and three bites take his life. With his snout full of blood he runs in the direction of the avenue while 2 others follow him like hyenas. I take out one of my cane bottles, the old man has followed me and has gone to sit next to me, I invite him a few drinks to compensate for the cigarettes he has invited me and also to share the moment, he continues smiling as if the joke were eternal, I hope he will tell me to walk the same. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp20g3aujZV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D. (English version part 1). The day is going wrong I'm happy, I'm on my way home I've been out 25 or maybe 30 days I bring only 25 pesos in the bag that I take out of the pants of the woman with whom I spent the night I also bring a subway card that I found on the street where we slept. We made love like dogs in heat As a witness we had a bench, a trash can, 4 dogs that looked at us with envy and a yellow lamp that was the culprit that woke me up at 03:00 in the morning and will say free rein to my accumulated passion. I bring a lot of thirst and almost no hunger I see the Lord of the tamales and I remember that I have not tried one for a long time, the last time was the house of my aunt Luisa, just on the day of the candlemas. There was walnut atole, the family surrounded the table while talking about who had left the doll and who always promised to arrive with a pot full of tamales style Ixtapan de la sal; The children ran between their legs, screams and laughter could be heard and the tamales seemed to have no end. I could buy 2 of green with pork or maybe one of rajas with cheese, the steam reaches me suddenly when the gentleman who attends uncovers the pot, turns to see me with a disgusted face. I bring maybe the beard somewhat grown, the clothes smell like what people smell, I smell like the street I bring dog teeth, but I don't bite He did not growl, but they do not caress me or throw food at me in a case on the street, I would not mind eating there, I have eaten standing and I do not like that. Maybe that's why I decide better not to buy him and enter the winery that says "open 24 hours" and that also has a graffiti with a legend that says "I shit on god". I enter and ask with the most affluent attitude 2 bottles of cane of 10 pesos - if the pinche tamalero had not made me his faces, surely I would have made the day buying him a tamale and I would not have bought another straw -. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp20QGWuE9R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D. (Parte 4). También le pregunto que si cree que me digan algo en casa y me dice que seguro si pero tal vez comprenderán, que llegue seguro les dará gusto verme, le estrecho la mano y le invito un sorbo porque se lo merece, no se ríe como estúpido su consejo me reconforta. Me dice que no pero no me ofendo, al contrario. Bebo un par de tragos. De golpe se detiene abruptamente el metro se acerca un tipo con una gorra de los Steelers y me sujeta del brazo, llega otro más con una camisa a cuadros y una mochila negra que me sujeta del otro brazo, salen 4 más pero estos vestidos como policías y me sacan a jalones del vagón, creo no alcance a esconder bien la botella entre el asiento y mis piernas, me han torcido ambos brazos; les digo que yo solo quería cantar y que me disculpen. Llevo 2 días acá en la sombra con otros 15 más, tengo hambre y creo que huelo mal. Si tan solo el tamalero no me hubiera hecho sus carotas, ahora no estuviera aquí. #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2yRMcua-G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D. (Parte 3). Oficialmente estoy en forma, paso la tarjeta con la esperanza de que traiga saldo y para mí suerte trae 94 pesos, ojalá los pudiera sacar para poder comprar una sopa y una coca para mezclar mi botella, eso sí que sería una buena fiesta. Subo al metro y tomo asiento me siento un poco pesado cierro los ojos. Creó que ya ha pasado un rato porque el sol me ha quemado la mejilla, parezco estar levitando, pero feliz. Me han dado ganas de cantar, pongo 'el destino' de Juan Gabriel y me dejó ir, solo me hace falta Rocío Dúrcal para que esto sea perfecto, las estrofas parecen salir solas yo debí de haber compuesto está canción sino es porque estoy seguro de haber visto un par de discos de vinil sobre la vieja consola café de mi mamá, estaría igual de seguro de ir a registrarla como autor; soy un pinche poeta. Después de recorrer casi todo el vagón ida y vuelta regreso a mi lugar sin pedir un solo peso y saco la botellita que me sobra no hay duda que estoy inspirado y es mi momento. Le pregunto la hora a mi vecino de asiento, me dice que son 12:03pm también le pregunto si le gustó la canción y me dice que si, que me la lleve relax. #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2yJMrO-us/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D (parte 2). Llego y saludo a los 4 que están haciendo mosca alrededor del puesto de lamina, se me acerca uno de ellos el cual trae una gorra de los Yankees de Nueva York, una sudadera roja con el logotipo de coca cola, trae un pantalón militar y unos tenis Converse donde por una orilla se asoma uno de sus dedos. Aún no he pedido y me extiende un sorbo de jerez mientras me comienza a platicar como en 1997 cruzo de mojado y allá andaba en carros chidos, que estuvo casado con una colombiana y tiene un hijo de más o menos 23 años, me dice esto mientras bosteza una y otra vez. Sorbe y me dice que está acá por qué lo rebotó la migra en el 2000, se sienta en la banqueta y hunde la cabeza entre las piernas; pone una canción en su celular y suena 'mi sangre prisionera' de los tigres del norte. Un viejo de unos 60 años se me acerca con un cigarro mientras no para de reír y decir incoherencias, le tomo el cigarro sin saber si me lo invito o solo quería que se lo encendiera. Decido sentarme un rato en el parque para ver a las palomas comer y a los perros corretearlas; hasta que uno atrapa una y de tres mordidas le arranca la vida. Con el hocico lleno de sangre corre en dirección a la avenida mientras otros 2 le siguen como hienas. Saco una de mis botellitas de caña, el viejo me ha seguido y se ha ido a sentar a un lado mío, le invito unos tragos para compensar los cigarros que me ha invitado y también para compartir el momento, el sigue sonriendo como si el chiste fuera eterno, ojalá me lo contará para andar igual. A tres tragos de terminarse la botella y tal vez más de 2 horas esperando ver regresar a las palomas o los perros decido ir al metro, le dejo la botella al viejo, simplemente no soporte más que no dejará de reír y tampoco quise tirarle los 2 dientes que le quedaban por un chiste que nadie me conto. #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2yCH0Ob_r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#17 M.C.D. (Parte 1). El día va mal voy feliz, voy camino a casa llevo fuera 25 o tal vez 30 días traigo solo 25 pesos en la bolsa que le saque del pantalón a la mujer con la que he pasado la noche también traigo una tarjeta del metro que me encontré en la calle donde dormimos. Hicimos el amor como perros en celo como testigo tuvimos una banca, un bote de basura, 4 perros que nos miraban con envidia y una lámpara amarilla que fue la culpable de que me despertara a las 03:00 de la mañana y dirá rienda suelta a mí pasión acumulada. Traigo mucha sed y casi nada de hambre veo al señor de los tamales y recuerdo que hace mucho no he probado uno, la última vez fue la n casa de mi tía Luisa, justo el día de la candelaria. Hubo atole de nuez, la familia rodeaba la mesa mientras platicaban de a quien le había salido el muñeco y quién siempre prometía llegar con una olla repleta de tamales estilo Ixtapan de la sal; los niños correteaban por entre las piernas, se oían gritos, risas y los tamales parecían no tener fin. Podría comprar 2 de verde con carne de puerco o tal vez uno de rajas con queso, el vapor me llega de golpe cuando el señor que atiende destapa la olla, me voltea a ver con cara de asco. Traigo tal vez la barba algo crecida, la ropa huele a lo que huele la gente, huelo a calle Traigo dientes de perro, pero no muerdo No gruñó, pero no me acarician ni me tiran comida en un caso sobre la calle, no me importaría comer ahí, he comido parado y eso sí que no me gusta. Tal vez por eso es que decido mejor no comprarle y entrar a la vinateria que dice "abierto las 24 horas" y que además tiene un graffiti con una leyenda que dice "Me cago en dios". Entro y pido con la actitud más pudiente 2 botellitas de caña de a 10 pesos - si el pinche tamalero no me hubiera hecho sus caras, seguro que le habría hecho el día comprándole un tamal y no me hubiera comprado otra cañita -. Sobran $5.00 para pasar por un shot de caña o un jerez, después ya veremos. #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2x4K_uZqv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#16Little Women(English version). Woman, I have a lot to thank for that important figure that you exercise in me. I have fallen in love so many times that I regret none of them and every woman who has been part of my learning I remember with great appreciation. I thought of the worst thing that made me want to tear out my veins or jump this world with a jump of joy and that is to see my mother's tears, either for something sad or blissful. I have found in the female figure the best consolation for my worst days, the most honest words that could come out of my mouth, from a "I love you mom" or the peace and tranquility of someone's arms caressing my hair or sleeping peacefully on their legs while listening to the sound of the sea. I have carried the innocence in my arms as well as the fragility of a 7-month-old lady, so I can say that it feels to have my heart on the surface in my hands. My mother, my sister and my niece are the best example of the diversity of love that coexist in my heart, it is not that I do not know others or that they are less important but quite the opposite, in order to function correctly in society I resort to my oases of pride and admiration, they are a constant voice within my heart, brain and spirit that keep me at bay and not that I am tempted to overstep any line in the worst sense. They show me the precise guide to be a better man. I fail in many things, I succeed in others, like any human being regardless of gender, but of one thing I am sure, that my total dedication and my loyalty will always be at your disposal. Thank you because it does not matter that today is the day to remember the importance of being a woman, the important thing is that today I never forget that the best examples and figures of admiration I have inside me. El Canalla 08.03.2023 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #Elcanalla #woman #8m #purple #diainternacionaldelamujer #foryou #mujer #march #recuerdos #respect #ladies (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpknWTgObek/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#16 mujercitas Mujer, tengo mucho que agradecer por esa figura tan importante que ejerces en mi. Me he enamorado tantas veces que de ninguna me arrepiento y a cada mujer que ha sido parte de mi aprendizaje le recuerdo con gran aprecio. Pensé en la peor cosa que me hiciera quererme arrancar las venas o brincar este mundo de un salto de alegría y es el ver las lágrimas de mi madre, ya sea por algo triste o de dicha. He encontrado en la figura femenina el mejor consuelo para mis peores días, las palabras más honestas que pudieron salir de mi boca, desde un "te amo mamá" o la paz y la tranquilidad de los brazos de alguien acariciando mi cabello o dormido plácidamente sobre sus piernas mientras escucho el sonido del mar. He cargado la inocencia entre mis brazos a la vez que la fragilidad de una damita de 7 meses, así que puedo afirmar que se siente tener el corazón a flor de piel entre mis manos. Mi madre, mi hermana y mi sobrina son el mejor ejemplo de la diversidad de amor que coexisten en mi corazón,no es que no conozca otras o que sean menos importantes sino todo lo contrario, para poder funcionar de manera correcta en sociedad recurro a mis oasis de orgullo y admiración, son una voz constante dentro de mi corazón, cerebro y espíritu que me mantienen a raya y no es que sea tentado a sobrepasar cualquier línea en el peor sentido. Me marcan la guía precisa para ser un mejor hombre. Fallo en muchas cosas, acierto en otras más, como cualquier ser humano sin importar el género, pero de una cosa estoy seguro, que mi entrega total y mi lealtad será siempre de su disposición. Gracias porque no importa que hoy sea día de recordar la importancia de ser mujer, lo importante es que hoy ni nunca se me olvida que los mejores ejemplos y figuras de admiración las tengo dentro de mi. El Canalla 08.03.2023 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #Elcanalla #woman #8m #purple #diainternacionaldelamujer #foryou #mujer #march #recuerdos #respect #ladies (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpknLlRun1v/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#13 Textile sewing instructions (English version).

So adventurous do I have the feelings

that I did excursion without any equipment

i am a mountaineer with no experience in your mountain ranges

i was the hiker of those complicated hills

with slopes without return

with sweet springs

where you spend whole nights and still to the distant memory

from time to time I close my eyes to be together in that permanent landscape.

I cling to hope

with her I have woven an eternal mantle

with millions of hairs of yours

it is a special seam bathed in indigo

because in blue I met you and from that deep I saw you

under my sky.

With each stitch I am closer to waking up next to you

with brief zig zag seams I will describe the beauty

of that snowy skin

the moisture of your lips with a special embroidery

the self-sustaining brightness of your eyes will be taken care of by a fine silk thread

for that splash of freckles on your chest I will do a beautiful stitching

the effect of water on your crotch will be designed with a festoon

tonight I will cover you with the

i will hide you behind the mountain right where the sun sets

i will make a scapular at the end to finish off the edge of your feet.

I've never seen the sun in front of me

now with each sunset I will have an excuse to remain blind to look at that horizon

with each winter my body will seek the warmth of yours

and groping I will walk behind the mountain

in that clearing where you leave a loose thread

to discover your whereabouts

adorned with multicolored flowers.

As if I were a child I am going to shred

thread by thread

hair to hair

stitch by stitch

and from that fluff I will fill a cushion

soft as butter

firm like your calves.

There will rest my free soul

that on long nights she will arrive tired of grieving for other people's hopes and naps

will rest where pain and suffering do not exist

on that filling of my most exquisite creation

El Canalla 03.03.2023

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#13 instructivo de costuras textiles

Tan aventureros tengo los sentimientos

que hice excursión sin equipo alguno

soy un alpinista sin experiencia en tus cordilleras

fui el senderista de esas colinas complicadas

con pendientes sin regreso

con manantiales dulces

donde pernocte noches enteras y aún a la distante memoria

de vez en cuando cierro los ojos para estar juntos en aquel paisaje permanente.

Me aferro a la esperanza

con ella me he tejido un manto eterno

con millones de cabellos tuyos

es una costura especial bañada en añil

porque de azul te conocí y de ese profundo te visto

bajo mi cielo.

Con cada puntada estoy más cerca de despertar a tu lado

con breves costuras en zig zag describiré la belleza

de esa piel nívea

la humedad de tus labios con un bordado especial

del brillo autosustentable de tus ojos se encargará un hilo de seda fino

para aquella salpicadura de pecas en tu pecho haré un pespunte precioso

el efecto de agua en tu entrepierna lo diseñare con un festón

está noche te cubrire con el

te ocultare tras la montaña justo donde se pone el sol

haré un escapulario al final para rematar el borde de tus pies.

Nunca he visto de frente al sol

ahora con cada puesta tendré pretexto para quedarme ciego de mirar a ese horizonte

con cada invierno mi cuerpo buscará el calor del tuyo

y a tientas caminaré tras la montaña

en aquel claro dónde deje un hilo suelto

para descubrir tu paradero

adornado con flores multicolor.

Como si fuera un niño voy a deshebrar

hilo a hilo

cabello a cabello

puntada a puntada

y de aquella pelusa rellenare un almohadón

suave como mantequilla

firme como tus pantorrillas.

Ahí reposará mi alma libre

que en noches largas llegará cansada de penar por esperanzas y siestas ajenas

descansará donde el dolor y el sufrimiento no existen

sobre aquel relleno de mi más exquisita creación.

El Canalla 03.03.2023

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#10 Playa del Carmen postcard (English version).

Lying on the sand, resting my head on your legs to the rhythm of the roar of the sea, is one of the most incredible things that have happened to me.

It's not just a phrase written to look good

You may not read anything from here

because wherever you are

You may be the one lying on someone else's lap, perhaps on their chest listening to their heartbeat.

Possibly it is not the sea, it is a bed, an armchair in a room of the Cineteca Nacional, inside a car or in the truck

Maybe there is no sand, maybe it's the softness of some sheets, the grass of a garden or the swaying of the water of a pool

Because I put love at the level of friendship

You can't choose a best friend, that feels

It is earned with some level of brotherhood, complicity and loyalty is the strongest glue for those relationships, but it will not always be 50/50

Because blessed is he who finds in a single person that duality, because it is free not to be offended because who is considered a best friend, can also have a better friend who is not you.

In the same way a love you can not force it to be the one that makes you tremble with emotion

the one with which you can spend the simplest moments

Where time can be stopped with just a hug

the one where Spotify playlists become the soundtrack of an unrepeatable season with incredible characters

Meals become the subject of 2 and a kiss before the first bite becomes tradition

It is also the one where a kiss can be the best medicine cabinet for bad days and a caress the best palliative to release the tears that have gangrened our throat in a suffocating knot

I met the sea on March 24, 2014 at an age when I drowned in liters of beer and flooded my youth.

I met him in Veracruz, the smell, the humidity, the sound and the extension of his territory impacted me

coupled with the impetus and mystery that my friends gave to make it a unique experience

blindfolded and hands in my ears they guided me walking

At a certain point they took my hands out of my ears as well as the bandage.

From that moment the sound of the sea would be a moment that I wanted to share with someone who shook me in the same way that the sea did, I wanted to be sure to know that this was how the synonym of the majestic felt

That said and with the previous arguments he said that you are my best friend, that average of statistics that for any side can skyrocket

either at the beginning of your smile, to the sonorous velvet of your voice, intoxicating me with your breath that will make me descend on the inhale and exhale from your chest

to see me lying there on a July 08, 2022

with the sand under me

lying on your legs

and the din of the sea as an atmosphere

Now I know that moment and that wish fulfilled you gave me without knowing it

There was no patience because I didn't even think it would happen.

It was a series of coincidences that time stopped in a mixture of sea, sand and a couple lying there at 7:34pm

El Canalla 13.02.2023

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#10 tarjeta postal de playa del Carmen.

Tirarme en la arena, recostar mi cabeza sobre tus piernas al ritmo del estruendo del mar, es de las cosas más increíbles que me han sucedido

No es solo una frase escrita para quedar bien

posiblemente no leerás nada de acá

porque muy allá donde estés

posiblemente tú seas quien esté recostada en las piernas de alguien más, tal vez en su pecho oyendo el latido de su corazón

posiblemente no sea el mar, sea una cama, un sillón en una sala de la cineteca nacional, en el interior de un automóvil o en el camión

tal vez no haya arena, tal vez sea la suavidad de unas sábanas, el pasto de un jardín o al vaivén del agua de una alberca

Porque el amor lo pongo al nivel de la amistad

no puedes elegir a un mejor amigo, eso se siente

se gana con cierto nivel de hermandad, la complicidad y la lealtad es el pegamento más fuerte para esas relaciones, pero no siempre será 50/50

porque dichoso aquel que encuentra en una sola persona esa dualidad, porque es de libertad el no ofenderse porque quién se considera mejor amigo, también puede tener un mejor amigo que no eres tú

del mismo modo un amor no puedes forzarlo a que sea el que te haga temblar de emoción

aquel con el que puedes pasar los instantes más simples

donde el tiempo se puede detener con solo un abrazo

aquel donde las playlist de Spotify se vuelven el soundtrack de una temporada irrepetible y con personajes increíbles

las comidas se vuelven tema de 2 y un beso antes del primer bocado se vuelve tradición

también es aquel donde un beso puede ser el mejor botiquín para los días malos y una caricia el mejor paliativo para soltar las lágrimas que nos han gangrenado la garganta en un nudo asfixiante

Conocí el mar un 24 de marzo de 2014 en una edad en la que me ahogaba en litros de cerveza y me inundaba la juventud

le conocí en Veracruz, el olor, la humedad, el sonido y la extensión de su territorio me impacto

aunado al ímpetu y misterio que le dieron mis amigos para que fuera una experiencia única

con los ojos vendados y las manos en los oídos me guiaron caminando

en cierto punto me quitaron las manos de los oídos al igual que la venda

Desde ese instante el sonido del mar sería un momento que quería compartir con alguien que me cimbrara del mismo modo que lo hizo el mar, quería estar seguro de saber que así se sentía el sinónimo de lo majestuoso

dicho esto y con los argumentos anteriores afirmó que eres mi mejor amiga, esa media de estadística que para cualquier lado puede dispararse

ya sea al inicio de tu sonrisa, al terciopelo sonoro de tu voz, embriagandome con tu aliento que me hará descender sobre el inahalar y exhalar de tu pecho

para verme recostado ahí en un 08 de julio de 2022

con la arena debajo de mi

recostado sobre tus piernas

y el estruendo del mar como atmósfera

Ahora se que ese momento y aquel deseo cumplido me regalaste sin saberlo

no hubo paciencia porque ni siquiera pensé que sucedería

fue una serie de coincidencias que el tiempo se detuviera en una mezcla del mar, arena y una pareja recostada ahí a las 19:34pm.

El Canalla 13.02.2023

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#7 Travel without leaving home

Today we could go for pizza

Maybe sit down to watch a movie

At night go out and see if there is a moon

we could have a tea

Maybe a little gin

could massage the soles of your feet

We could go into the shower and kiss under the stream of warm water

Maybe when we come out the mirror is fogged up and draws you a heart or a cheesy phrase

I could watch for hours as you brush your teeth

and do a test of how you untangle your hair

Touching ourselves like blind people looking to decipher the braille of our bodies

speak to us with the language of silence until we are exhausted

Today is Friday and it could be Monday

we could play a song by Kings of Leon

or one of the Pixies

it could get cold

it could be hot

I invented a little machine that stops time

I can do it at my pleasure

From time to time I visit you just to look a little

Sometimes you're alone painting your nails

others just sitting in the green armchair

You might try to change the weather

We could do things in different ways

I couldn't be so selfish

Because I can share that happiness you gave me with anyone who could make you happier

I could give him lessons from you

of your sad nights

of your joyful days

I could bet you've invented a little machine like mine, too.

You may have seen me write you so many lines

It may have been possible that we crossed paths

That is why we may have visited those memories with an absent protagonist.

We could take one last trip and visit that green bench

It could be maybe our last trip together.

El canalla 03.02.23

[elcanalla]

#7 viajes sin salir de casa.

Hoy podríamos ir por pizza

tal vez sentarnos a ver una película

por la noche salir y mirar si hay luna

podríamos tomar un té

tal vez un poco de ginebra

podría masajear las plantas de tus pies

Podríamos entrar a la ducha y besarnos bajo el chorro de agua tibia

tal vez cuando salgamos el espejo este empañado y te dibuje un corazón o una frase cursi

podría mirar por horas como te cepillas los dientes

y hacer un ensayo de como te desenredas el cabello

Tocarnos como ciegos buscando descifrar el braille de nuestros cuerpos

hablarnos con el lenguaje del silencio hasta quedar exhaustos

Hoy es viernes y podría ser lunes

podríamos poner una canción de Kings of león

o una de de los Pixies

podría hacer frío

podría hacer calor

Me inventé una maquinita que detiene el tiempo

puedo hacerlo a mi placer

de vez en cuando te visito solo para mirar un poco

a veces estás sola pintandote las uñas

otras solo sentada en el sillón verde

Podría intentar cambiar el tiempo

podríamos hacer cosas de maneras diferentes

no podría ser tan egoísta

porque puedo compartir esa felicidad que me diste con cualquiera que podría hacerte más feliz

Podría darle lecciones de ti

de tus noches tristes

de tus días alegres

Podría apostar que tú también te has inventado una maquinita como la mía

puede ser que me hayas visto escribirte tantas líneas

pudo ser posible que nos hayamos cruzado en el camino

por eso es posible que hayamos visitado esos recuerdos con un protagonista ausente

Podríamos hacer un último viaje y visitar aquella banca verde

Podría ser tal vez nuestro último viaje juntos.

El canalla 04.02.23

[elcanalla]

#6 Photograph of our Easter holidays April 10, 1999 (English version).

This is the stick man

This is the stick man who had a house

This is the stick man who had a house with keys

This is the stick man who had a house with ones that have a cord

this is the stick man who had a house with keys that have a cord with a Mazunte keychain

this is the stick man who had a house with keys that have a cord with a Mazunte keychain that I bought as a souvenir in 1999

This is the stick man who lives on the street

This is the stick man who lives on the street with a red blanket

this is the stick man who lives on the street with a red blanket that one day I buy in San Marcos

this is the stick man who lives on the street with a red blanket that one day I bought in San Marcos while eating a pinole candy

this is the stick man who lives on the street with a red blanket that one day I bought in San Marcos while eating a pinole candy made by his girlfriend's mom

This is the stick man who sleeps at night

This is the stick man who sleeps at night under a bridge.

This is the stick man who sleeps at night under a bridge accompanied by a dog

This is the stick man who sleeps at night under a bridge accompanied by a dog he gave to his son.

This is the stick man who sleeps at night under a bridge accompanied by a dog he gave to his son at Christmas

This is the stick man who sleeps at night under a bridge accompanied by a dog he gave to his son on a warm Christmas sitting around the tree.

This is the stick man who wields a wooden cane

This is the stick man who uses a wooden cane with letters

this is the stick man who uses a wooden cane with letters forming the name of his wife Mar

this is the stick man who uses a wooden cane with letters that form the name of his wife Mar and his son Mario

this is the stick man who uses a wooden cane with letters that form the name of his wife Mar and his son Mario which he engraved with his nails

this is the stick man who uses a wooden cane with letters that form the name of his wife Mar and his son Mario which he engraved with his nails to never forget them.

This is the stick man who drinks Tonayan

this is the stick man who drinks Tonayan and that people dodge him

this is the stick man who drinks Tonayan and that people dodge him because he smells of death

this is the stick man who drinks Tonayan and that people dodge because he smells like death to the same death he took from his family.

this is the stick man who drinks Tonayan and that people dodge him because he smells like death to the same death he took from his family on a beach in Mazunte

This is the stick man who was smiling

This is the stick man who was smiling as he watched his wife and son.

This is the stick man who was smiling as he watched his wife and son enter the sea.

This was the stick man who cried

This was the stick man crying, screaming.

This was the stick man who cried, screaming as the sea rolled over him.

This was the stick man who cried, screamed while the sea rolled over him and broke his leg and then spit him out in the sand.

This was the stick man who cried, screamed while the sea rolled over and broke his leg and then spit it out in the sand transformed into a vestige of a happy life.

El canalla 02.02.23